Like the man up on the mountain, Like the boy inside the tent, I love you like a blind man, for everything he's heard. The rain drops on the ground and, The heels on the cement, The dog out in the moonlight And the crying mocking bird.
Like an unwed mother, like a lonely son, I love you like a hobo, For everywhere he's been. From the cliffs of Dover, To the amazon, And every empty boxcar, That he threw his blanket in.
I know you like the back of my hand, You know me like the subway plan. We do it 'cause we have to, Not just because we can, And if I had to ask you Then I wouldn't be your man.
Like a dali lamma Like a big surprise, I love you 'cause I gotta, With a love that never dies.
